Nature Journal One (NJ1): A Morning Run


Nature Journal:
            As I begin my run, the crisp air of a new day cuts through my hair. The sunrise paints the young morning with a tangerine hue. The rays of the burning sun cut through the blades of grass like a scythe. The morning air is thick as a pool of molasses, sticking to my throat with every breath I take. The canopy of the trees still shades the concrete from the beams of life. The wildlife is currently shaded from their natural alarm clock.
I stop and decide to take a rest and I notice the hedge of flowers in front of the library. The TCU landmark in front of the library that has been the first invitation to academia for the incoming freshman. As I approach this cherished place, my throat begins to crackle as I take in the newfound pollinated air. The flowers still wet from the bath of the thunderstorm the night before. The water drowns my sock with every step. The dew clinches to the petals for one final stand, falling into the soil as my sneakers shatter the stable ground. The flowers are protected by the groundkeeper’s fortress of brick and mortar. Stuck in a portal of soil and foliage, the beetles emerge from their dark cave beneath the earth.  
 Squirrels vault the oak trees above and perch as a vulture hunting its prey. The adolescent flowers struggle to stretch their arms as the acorns barrage from above as they attack the flowers below. The flower pedals mimic a dartboard as holes riddles the leaves. The elders watch over the town through the hedge wall that separates the bed. A dog walks by and examines the flora, taking every ounce of emotion as the flowers tickle his snout. Called back by his owner to get checked back in reality, he walks away in happiness. One hour passes by and I need to start my day. Sometimes a breath of fresh air can open up your eyes to the universe that we live in that is full of life and activity.

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  1. williams.dan76September 18, 2019 at 10:30 AM

    Thanks for posting. Enjoyable description, but there's a lot going on. Focus on something as specific as one flower or leaf and see what you are seeing.

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